Post by HC from the laptop on Sept 23, 2010 11:49:26 GMT -5
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
Another sudden rush of pain washes over HC as she feels her water break. She shudders a bit as she gets into the helicopter. She looks at her darling with a look that would cut through walls if she were Cyclops. She grips onto the railing on the rooftop helipad, crushing it before she gets into the helicopter.
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*This latest venture to help humanity rise above its current station as genetic deadends....flatscans....had turned into a nightmare. His formula that was supposed to transform humans into members of the homosuperior race.....a.k.a mutants had instead transformed them into subhuman monsters akin to the zombies of legend. Worse....these creatures were developing superpowers to go with their lust for brains.
As if that were not enough...the Schemer's own daughter...Skylark had been effected. She was currently unconscious thanks to cameo. But things kept getting worse.
Now one of the zombies seemed to be manipulating the others...controlling them. And it was closing in on the clique's position. But even worse....as the Schemer planned to airlift his people to safety in a philmont industries helicopter....his pregnant lover...hard core went into labor.*
Oh no.....not now!!! Gadfrey woman!! Couldn't you wait until we were safely................
*He ceased comments of that nature when Hard Core crushed the railing of the of building with her barehand. It was far to easy to see that as himself if he upset her in her current state.*
It's alright darling....we'll get out of this. Cameo!!!!!!!! *He yelled for clique's resident phasing specialist.* I need help here!!! Hard Core is in labor!!!
*He then telepathically sought out the mind of his son. He could be of help as well. He was naked most of the time. He would not have to worry about the birthing process staining his clothing. This was something that concerned the Schemer....after all....this was a new trenchcoat, Fedora and gloves he was wearing.*
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He got the message and sighed. "I'll come for Hardcore..." he said to himself as he turned around in the car. "Lotus...get us to Schemer's location, track the omniblaster cane..." Lotus scanning and loading and then off the car ripped off, the screaming sound of metal screeching as a booster kicked on, the car trailing down the street, leaving fire snuffing out on the concrete in it's quake.
The car transformed wings and whistled as it took off into the sky, the doors folding upwards slightly, the hood opening and a frontal jet engine twisting open as a tube stuck out the trunk, the car zipping off through the air over New York. The car lowered down slowly, the engine retracting and the chirp of tires heard as it touched down, pulling off the side of the roof and over to them.
When the car came to a stop an emitter popped out...a static bubble errecting over the entire group and helicopter, some type of shield, andthen another shield Prodigy stepping out of his car naked, sliding his fedora off and tossing it in the car. "Area is protected and cloaked." He said looking at Hard Core, then the Schemer, then to Cameo with a wink. "I see the way your looking at my tush..." He chuckling and blinking look back at Hard Core laying down.
"Oh..sh*t..." He said looking at his dad, relizing whyhe just got called in. "...no...NO WAY!" He said lowering his head...he walked over to Hard Core...looking down at her. "You gonna be ok, I've got some bandaids in the car, first aid kit..." He said blinking. "Lotus, can you get me the first aid kid?"
The car's trunk opened a little more, a robotic arm flinging him the first aid kit, he opening it up...setting it down next to hard core. "Alright....Dad...get over here...hold her hand...she needs your company..." He whispered to Hardcore in her mind. ~"This might hurt...if it doesn't sweet...if it does...instead of kicking me, just squeeze my father's hand as hard as you can ok?"~ He pulled her knees up...then laid his head on her knee a moment, gave it a peck then whispered in her mind, ~"Relax..."~ His hands glowing as the clothes around her pelvis dissolved to atoms under neath the big huge sweater. "Push...not too hard though...don't want the baby to go through me..." He said looking at his step mom with a smile.
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She turns from where she was, standing over a unconscious Lark to Schemer. "What!?, Skata" she said as she ran over to the helicopter, she came up to the opposite side of Hard Core just as Junior arrived with Lotus, she smirked and rolled her eyes. "In your dreams maybe Junior..." she said with a laugh.
She phased back to solid when she sat down beside Hard Core, not really sure what she could do to help. She heard Junior tell Schemer to hold Hard Core's hand. She wasn't sure she wanted to deal with a broken hand with that so she sat there and wait to see who needed help first.
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The following was broadcast minutes after the attack began on the white house. Llyron, not in his tailored suit, but rather in his atlantean swim garb, addressed the world. It had the appearance of a hurried announcement, from the desk of the monarch.
"As you all know, the United States recently attempted an abduction or assassination of myself, Llyron of Atlantis. Recently, during a rescue operation to help an american vessel, weapons designed specifically to kill and decimate the atlantean population were discovered. Diplomatic relations with the United States is closed, and we have made our protests to the United Nations. We urge the United Nations to disavow the veto power of the US, and give all nations an equal footing. We urge them to revise their charter to reflect this ... America, who is severely behind in her pledged support of your fine organization.
Atlantis has a high tourist population, but I urge american visitors not to fear. We hold no animosity to your wonderful people ... we have issues with the corrupt elements of your government. I myself am of half american descent, and have love your nation and the greatest for which she represents. You have my pledge of aid in protection against the usurping totalitarian leadership, and ... as america herself has aided freedom in other countries ... we shall do so on your behalf. We are limited, however, by the fact that America ... like Atlantis ... is a nuclear power. And though the technology is inferior to that which we possess, it is possessed in vast amounts.
We also pledge our aid and technological advisement to other countries who may be in need of such. Not the least of which are China, Russia, and our friends in the Lemuria, the middle east, europe, asia, africa, central and south america. A blockade is imposed in Atlantean waters, and american ships are required ... for our own protection ... to take the longer equatorial route when trading with Europe.
We are aware that Sentinels have attacked the White House. And we pledge our intervention if they move against civilian populace. However, Atlantis no longer shall protect american governmental agents, buildings or holdings as we have in the past until this is resolved.
The president, should he survive the attack on the white house, or whoever his successor might be is urged to contact us ... we heartily wish to resume the wonderful relationship with america's leadership that we have in the past, once the corrupt elements have been purged. We ourselves have had troubled times in our leadership, both intentional issues and those due to mental illness our my predecessor. So we do not rant from a soap box, but wish to help america again achieve it's wondrous and unequalled role as bastion of freedom and justice that is once held.
Speaking of my predecessor, word is that Namor ... though he refuses to acknowledge my legal status as his heir and monarch of Atlantis ... has been taking treatments for his aberations. I am a scientist myself, with an emphasis on biology, and I know to blame the illness and not the victim. Just as I consider the corruption of the american leadership an illness, and I do not blame the victims ... the american people. In the spirit of cooperation, and since you have shown yourself to be stable while under medical treatment, I invite you, father, to contact us about the possible suspension of his banishment from Atlantis.
God bless you, the citizens of the united states ... my anscestral cousins. We have the greatest respect and affection for our american brothers and sisters, as they reflect our love of life and freedom as much as other nations throughout the world. We invite China and Russia, our largest diplomatic friends, to contact us about expanding our relations. As we do other equally forward thinking nations throughout the world.
Bless you all."
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The broadcast ended, and he exited the set ... not truly an office, but a mockup for media purposes and returned to his true center of power. The dreadknight had returned with his prize, the engrams of the president. The sentinels, who had been providing distraction fighting the military on the lawn of the whitehouse withdrew, were teleporting back to their base - looking worse for wear, but repairable. Exellent.
Now, back to the clique issue. Mutant powered Zombies. Dear lord, the man was a walking talking saturday morning B movie. Word was coming from the lab. The Brawn clone had been activated ... mindless ... and grown to maximum size before being beheaded. It was being kept fresh in stasis until needed. A shame ... he had plans for the clone, but the brain might be needed to save the lovely lark. A zombie buffet as it were.
He sat back in his lounge chair, and lowered the headpiece, taking control of a remote Tinman. No sense endangering himself ... random mutation activation ... what if a proteus had been activated, and hungry for brains?
In downtown manhattan, a human form Llyron appeared, teleporting in. It was a tinman, but not powerless in it's own right, and it began to fly toward Philmont towers.
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"I...I need a ...negator...Cameo, I think...we have one of the bands...in the helicopter." She winces, bending the metal bar a bit more, leaving her hand print in it, the metal squeezing out between her fingers. Her eyes cut towards her son in law, gritting her teeth, "bandages...bandages....we don't need no stinkin bandages..." she forces a chuckle, especially at the thought of shooting one of her babies through Junior.
Another rush of pain seers through her and her other hand reaches for another piece of the railing, bending it down more, the piece of railing coming free from the building. "I wish...Eric....or Cyn were here..."
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*Prodigy arrived and had the nerve to give he....the mentally superior to all Schemer advice. As if he had not been involved in the birth of a child before. Indeed...he even once carried and given birth to a baby himself. If there was ever an expert in the process....it was he.
He needed to talk to his son once Hard Core's ill timed labor concluded. Something had gone wrong with his mutagenic formula...giving rise to the invasion of zombies. He needed to know what that was....and what if anything his son knew. If the formula had been tampered with...only Prodigy had the knowledge to have altered the formula. Could he have done this out of spite for forgetting his birthday??
But those questions needed to wait. Right now Hard Core was in need...and the Schemer would not abandon her. Like a fool he did as his son suggested and took her hand....even as Prodigy placed a force shield around them to keep the Zombies at bay. It was a move he soon would regret.*
It's alright darling....you don't need those cretins....Eric is traitor....and Cyn would only mute all our powers....and maybe leave you too weak to survive the birhting process. You're in good hands with.........
*And then came screams. Not from Hard Core....but from the Schemer....as Hard Core squeezed his hand....crushing it. Bones shattered....and Schemer made things worse...trying to pry his hand free.*
Cameo!!!!!! Phase my hand free!!!! *He gritted his teeth....and screamed again...and outside the force shield....Rocket, Syphon. Blindside, Razorblade and other clique agent fought the ever appoarching zombie hoard...and their mysterious master.*
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He wasn't the best telepathic controller in the world, but he was descently practiced at it. He reached down and placed his hands against his mother's pelvis...spreading her legs, hands molding over the skin as he squeezed her inner thighs, then closed his eyes. He whispered into Hard Core's mind...~"You have to be careful...if the baby comes out too fast, and it isn't mutant, you will kill it..."~ He said opening his eyes that were glowing blue looking into Hard Core's.
He locked eyes with Hard Core...slowly he began to siphon her pain from her body to his. He blinked, a sheen of sweat forming over his body and then a tear slipped down his cheek as her pain slowly deminished. Once he took a level he could barely bare...he looked down. His hand sliding over the folds and then his fingers pushed into her slowly, a soft glow of light pulling her open as he wrapped a telekinetic bubble around the child, turning it inside of her, tucking it's head down.
He pulled the baby out slowly...her skin stretching back down as he pulled the baby into his arms. Once the bubble dissolved he felt some of the pain in his mind dissolve...holding the child a moment, "Happy Birthday..." He said to the child, giving it a little smack on the butt, wiping it's mouth dry as the baby started to cry...then he wiped it's eyes dry....then he smiled and handed it to Hard Core slowly, looking at his dad's crushed hand with a grin.
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She went to look for the negator that Hard Core wanted, though by the time she found it, it looked like it was too late for it. She held the nagator in her lap. "I found it Hard Core" she said softly, but was drowned out by the cry from Schemer as his hand was crushed, she smirked a bit, and pretended to not hear it until it was too late.
"What..oh, oops I'm sorry I was looking for something for Hard Core I didn't hear you."
She was silenced as he she heard a happy birthday coming from Junior's lips. She looked over at the child in his arms, as it cried for the first time, she pretended she had something in her eye to wipe away the moisture gathering there.
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Llyron flew to the top of the building, landing outside the bubble.
"Ah, childbirth. I remember it well ... my own birth actually."
(And we wonder why Llyron has issues ... remembering his own conception and birth from his mother's perspective. Oddly, schemer and llyron are 2 men that know the experience of childbirth.)
He laughed as schemer's hand was crushed, and smiled admiringly at the child. He'd overseen tens of thousands of live births, and it never ceased to amaze him.
He looked out into the street ... throngs of zombies were approaching, being fought by the other villains, and they displayed an array of powers. Luckily, his body was merely a remote controlled drone - of no interest to the throngs.
"Winnie ... having a bit of trouble with your 'wierd science'? Why can't you just put a bra on your head and make yourself a Kelly Lebrock and we'd ALL be happy? Your child looks intact, Adrianna."
He then noticed the unconscious Lark ... and his amused demeanor faded.
"Schemer, if you've caused her to be permanently harmed ..."
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"Negator...around my..."
She relaxes a bit as she feels Prodigy removes the first child. She winces again as she feels the second squirm inside of her. "my neck..."
She looks at the gentle small girl in her arms and lets one arm curl around her...then feels herself contract sharply. She lets go of her darling's hand, knowing he'd probably need it replaced. Her eyes glance towards Llyron and nods slightly, looking back to her child. "Cameo, could you...hold her?"
She winces again as her stomach begins to cramp again.
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*The Schemer was still screaming in agony. Cameo took her sweet time freeing him. Meanwhile his beloved Hard Core was more concerned with the state of their child than his own well being. The tart....such a twisted set of values. He did notice his son grinning as well. He was not pleased by this either. More then ever he believed he was behind the problems with the zombie formula.*
You did that on purpose, cameo!!! I know it!! *He dropped to one knee...wincing...and looked to his son.*
Uh...medical kit dear boy!!!! I think she broke ever bone in my f***ing hand!!!
*When Hard Core cramped again...he was not surprised. His telepathy had indicated there were two children....twins. But he was more concerned with his own pain now.
And then...as if to add to his pain...Llyron arrived. But no...not Llyron. Some phony. He knew this for he could not sense brainwave patterns. This close....even protected by Selenium.....he could sense real from fake.*
Shutup you fake fishstick!!!! Just shut up!!! And don't call me, winnie!!! I've had it with you, Llyron!!! I've agreed to a truce...yet you continue to insult and belittle me!!!! So be it!!! Once I set things to rights with these zombies.....my next scheme will make the world mine!!! And in the process turn you and your redeemers into laughing stocks!!!!!!!
*Already he had outlined the plan for this scheme....and it would be implimented soon enough. Oh yes....this time he would laugh last....and best!!!
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He focused a second time...his hand sliding into the folds as he touched the baby, closing his eyes. A telekinetic bubble formed around the child, turning it slowly inside of her, tucking it's head forward, then pulled it out of her slowly. He pulled the child out into his arms, slapping it on the butt and then wiped the goo from it's mouth and eyes listening to it cry. "Happy Birthday..." He said with a smile.
He handed the other child to Adrianna, then walked over to his car. He pulled out a few towels and a bottle of water. He walked over to Adrianna...and took the water, washing her off down, below, then patted the area with towels, looking to Cameo. "Can you put that pain stabilizer on Adrianna...I'm about to let her have some of her pain back..." He said pulling the first aid kit out.
He pinched off the imbilicle cord with a few ties in the first aid kid, then cut them...then looked down at Adrianna. "I don't know what to do now...what do I do with these chords..." he said looking at them hanging out of her...his eyes looking up at his step mom blinking. He was new to all this, but at least he was giving it his best...he letting go of the chords and holding his head as he stumbled back sitting down...his telepathic link breaking.
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She nodded as Hard Core tells her where to put the negator. She stands and slips it around Hard Core's neck. Then sits back down. She could not hide her look of surprise when Hard Core then asked her to hold the small little bundle. She peered at the child a moment, a little worried that she would hurt the little girl. But she then took her from Hard Core, cradling her in her arms just as Hard Core winces in pain again signaling that the contractions had started again.
She wrapped the tiny little girl in her arms, keeping her close for warmth. She looked at Schemer. "I did nothing of the kind Schemer...Hard Core's needs and wants come first...SHE is the one giving birth to YOUR children."
She looks at Junior when he speaks, nodding once, still holding the little girl she puts the pain stabilizer on Hard Core, the grabs one of the unused towels to wrap the little girl in as she was growing chilled. She watched a bit concerned as Junior stumbled back after the second child was born and on Hard Core.
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He smashed the force field.
"Prodigy ... let me in, man. Lark needs medical attention also. And someone show a little respect, and get some novacaine for the schemer's hand."
He looked on, sealed out from the proceedings. d**ned tinman wasn't as powerful as his biological body. The field held firm ...
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"Mia..." She winces a bit, the combination of the mutant negation collar...and the pain stabilizer her body relaxes, and her eyes flutter, then ease closed...the strain on her body. She was able to breath slowly, uncertain what damage could have been done to the second child...having not seen it escape her.
"Thank you, Winston...both of you." She lets her hand rest on Cameo for a second, then her eyes blink a bit seeing Llyron, "Hi, Jack...stop picking on my husband, please...just help him with his hand."
She lets her eyes ease closed again, feeling the need to just be still...and relaxed.
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The car looked over at the person hitting on the field, opening a small section on the bubble to allow the man in. "Llyron...please assist Lard...she appears to have stopped using Pro-Active..." The car laughing about her, appears Prodigy had rubbed off on his car.
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Keep you flithy fins off my daughter, Llyron!! I don't want the redeemers help!!! And they are not taking Lark with them!!! I'll cure her myself!!! She's my daughter!!!
*The Schemer's insane rage...combined with the agonizing pain from his crushed hand caused him to miss the birth of his child. As was ever the case....he was wrapped up in his problems. Problems which were....curing these zombies....especially Lark. But not because of love for his adopted daughter.....but because he needed her vocal talents in his next scheme. A scheme which with her help....and that of his latest mutant find....who he had yet to introduce to the world at large....or even his own clique associates....would finally give him absolute control of the planet.
*He moved to Lark...and with his non-crushed hand...managed to craddle her in his good arm.*
She's coming with me!!! Don't interfer!!! Any of you!! Cameo!! Prodigy!! Attend to Hard Core and my children. As soon as she can....get her up...and bring her into the building. We're going my lab....and I'm going find out what happened to my formula!! And if the trail leads where I suspect.....there will be payment for the one that betrayed me!!
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He used his powers wrapping a telekinetic bubble around hardcore and her children...focusing as he lifted them all in the bubble, hovering them slowly into the building. He looked at Llyron and then Lark and then Schemer running inside, had two kids and all he could think about was world domination.
He shook his head, walking inside setting her down with the children, then slipped back up and out of the building while no one was watching, sliding into the car, the door hissing shut and Lotus's engine ejecting out the back as the car drove for the edge of the building wings folding out and the car rocketing off up into the air...
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"You're welcome Hard Core." When she was able to she passed Mia, back to Hard Core so that she had both children in her arms as Junior moves them to the building. Junior thought no one was watching, but she caught him leaving. She would go and find him later.
She stayed with Hard Core, as Schemer was in the lab with Lark, currently more concerned with find out the source of the problem with the zombies, rather than bonding with the two small children that now rested on Hard Core. "Is there anything you need?" she asked Hard Core, trying to make her and the infants comfortable, and making sure they are safe as well.
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He looked at the schemer.
"Do you want Lark because you CARE or because you want to used her as a guinea pig? And find out what went wrong with your formula. My god man, your children are being born, and you're worried about your bruised ego and your precious formula! Unfortunately, since it's your formula, you probably have the best chance of reversing the effect. Fail ... and you're a dead man."
He sighed, going into the first aid kit and removing a novacaine syringe and throwing it to schemer..
"Numb your hand, genius. And get to work."
He turned to walk away ... nodding to the exiting Prodigy and HC as they left. Time to deal with the zombies ...
He looked to Cameo. "Call me. We'll do lunch ..."
With that he stepped to the edge, and stepped off. Even the tinman had flight capacity
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As a sidenote, the security questions for "guest posts" is strange.
Another sudden rush of pain washes over HC as she feels her water break. She shudders a bit as she gets into the helicopter. She looks at her darling with a look that would cut through walls if she were Cyclops. She grips onto the railing on the rooftop helipad, crushing it before she gets into the helicopter.
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*This latest venture to help humanity rise above its current station as genetic deadends....flatscans....had turned into a nightmare. His formula that was supposed to transform humans into members of the homosuperior race.....a.k.a mutants had instead transformed them into subhuman monsters akin to the zombies of legend. Worse....these creatures were developing superpowers to go with their lust for brains.
As if that were not enough...the Schemer's own daughter...Skylark had been effected. She was currently unconscious thanks to cameo. But things kept getting worse.
Now one of the zombies seemed to be manipulating the others...controlling them. And it was closing in on the clique's position. But even worse....as the Schemer planned to airlift his people to safety in a philmont industries helicopter....his pregnant lover...hard core went into labor.*
Oh no.....not now!!! Gadfrey woman!! Couldn't you wait until we were safely................
*He ceased comments of that nature when Hard Core crushed the railing of the of building with her barehand. It was far to easy to see that as himself if he upset her in her current state.*
It's alright darling....we'll get out of this. Cameo!!!!!!!! *He yelled for clique's resident phasing specialist.* I need help here!!! Hard Core is in labor!!!
*He then telepathically sought out the mind of his son. He could be of help as well. He was naked most of the time. He would not have to worry about the birthing process staining his clothing. This was something that concerned the Schemer....after all....this was a new trenchcoat, Fedora and gloves he was wearing.*
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He got the message and sighed. "I'll come for Hardcore..." he said to himself as he turned around in the car. "Lotus...get us to Schemer's location, track the omniblaster cane..." Lotus scanning and loading and then off the car ripped off, the screaming sound of metal screeching as a booster kicked on, the car trailing down the street, leaving fire snuffing out on the concrete in it's quake.
The car transformed wings and whistled as it took off into the sky, the doors folding upwards slightly, the hood opening and a frontal jet engine twisting open as a tube stuck out the trunk, the car zipping off through the air over New York. The car lowered down slowly, the engine retracting and the chirp of tires heard as it touched down, pulling off the side of the roof and over to them.
When the car came to a stop an emitter popped out...a static bubble errecting over the entire group and helicopter, some type of shield, andthen another shield Prodigy stepping out of his car naked, sliding his fedora off and tossing it in the car. "Area is protected and cloaked." He said looking at Hard Core, then the Schemer, then to Cameo with a wink. "I see the way your looking at my tush..." He chuckling and blinking look back at Hard Core laying down.
"Oh..sh*t..." He said looking at his dad, relizing whyhe just got called in. "...no...NO WAY!" He said lowering his head...he walked over to Hard Core...looking down at her. "You gonna be ok, I've got some bandaids in the car, first aid kit..." He said blinking. "Lotus, can you get me the first aid kid?"
The car's trunk opened a little more, a robotic arm flinging him the first aid kit, he opening it up...setting it down next to hard core. "Alright....Dad...get over here...hold her hand...she needs your company..." He whispered to Hardcore in her mind. ~"This might hurt...if it doesn't sweet...if it does...instead of kicking me, just squeeze my father's hand as hard as you can ok?"~ He pulled her knees up...then laid his head on her knee a moment, gave it a peck then whispered in her mind, ~"Relax..."~ His hands glowing as the clothes around her pelvis dissolved to atoms under neath the big huge sweater. "Push...not too hard though...don't want the baby to go through me..." He said looking at his step mom with a smile.
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She turns from where she was, standing over a unconscious Lark to Schemer. "What!?, Skata" she said as she ran over to the helicopter, she came up to the opposite side of Hard Core just as Junior arrived with Lotus, she smirked and rolled her eyes. "In your dreams maybe Junior..." she said with a laugh.
She phased back to solid when she sat down beside Hard Core, not really sure what she could do to help. She heard Junior tell Schemer to hold Hard Core's hand. She wasn't sure she wanted to deal with a broken hand with that so she sat there and wait to see who needed help first.
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The following was broadcast minutes after the attack began on the white house. Llyron, not in his tailored suit, but rather in his atlantean swim garb, addressed the world. It had the appearance of a hurried announcement, from the desk of the monarch.
"As you all know, the United States recently attempted an abduction or assassination of myself, Llyron of Atlantis. Recently, during a rescue operation to help an american vessel, weapons designed specifically to kill and decimate the atlantean population were discovered. Diplomatic relations with the United States is closed, and we have made our protests to the United Nations. We urge the United Nations to disavow the veto power of the US, and give all nations an equal footing. We urge them to revise their charter to reflect this ... America, who is severely behind in her pledged support of your fine organization.
Atlantis has a high tourist population, but I urge american visitors not to fear. We hold no animosity to your wonderful people ... we have issues with the corrupt elements of your government. I myself am of half american descent, and have love your nation and the greatest for which she represents. You have my pledge of aid in protection against the usurping totalitarian leadership, and ... as america herself has aided freedom in other countries ... we shall do so on your behalf. We are limited, however, by the fact that America ... like Atlantis ... is a nuclear power. And though the technology is inferior to that which we possess, it is possessed in vast amounts.
We also pledge our aid and technological advisement to other countries who may be in need of such. Not the least of which are China, Russia, and our friends in the Lemuria, the middle east, europe, asia, africa, central and south america. A blockade is imposed in Atlantean waters, and american ships are required ... for our own protection ... to take the longer equatorial route when trading with Europe.
We are aware that Sentinels have attacked the White House. And we pledge our intervention if they move against civilian populace. However, Atlantis no longer shall protect american governmental agents, buildings or holdings as we have in the past until this is resolved.
The president, should he survive the attack on the white house, or whoever his successor might be is urged to contact us ... we heartily wish to resume the wonderful relationship with america's leadership that we have in the past, once the corrupt elements have been purged. We ourselves have had troubled times in our leadership, both intentional issues and those due to mental illness our my predecessor. So we do not rant from a soap box, but wish to help america again achieve it's wondrous and unequalled role as bastion of freedom and justice that is once held.
Speaking of my predecessor, word is that Namor ... though he refuses to acknowledge my legal status as his heir and monarch of Atlantis ... has been taking treatments for his aberations. I am a scientist myself, with an emphasis on biology, and I know to blame the illness and not the victim. Just as I consider the corruption of the american leadership an illness, and I do not blame the victims ... the american people. In the spirit of cooperation, and since you have shown yourself to be stable while under medical treatment, I invite you, father, to contact us about the possible suspension of his banishment from Atlantis.
God bless you, the citizens of the united states ... my anscestral cousins. We have the greatest respect and affection for our american brothers and sisters, as they reflect our love of life and freedom as much as other nations throughout the world. We invite China and Russia, our largest diplomatic friends, to contact us about expanding our relations. As we do other equally forward thinking nations throughout the world.
Bless you all."
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The broadcast ended, and he exited the set ... not truly an office, but a mockup for media purposes and returned to his true center of power. The dreadknight had returned with his prize, the engrams of the president. The sentinels, who had been providing distraction fighting the military on the lawn of the whitehouse withdrew, were teleporting back to their base - looking worse for wear, but repairable. Exellent.
Now, back to the clique issue. Mutant powered Zombies. Dear lord, the man was a walking talking saturday morning B movie. Word was coming from the lab. The Brawn clone had been activated ... mindless ... and grown to maximum size before being beheaded. It was being kept fresh in stasis until needed. A shame ... he had plans for the clone, but the brain might be needed to save the lovely lark. A zombie buffet as it were.
He sat back in his lounge chair, and lowered the headpiece, taking control of a remote Tinman. No sense endangering himself ... random mutation activation ... what if a proteus had been activated, and hungry for brains?
In downtown manhattan, a human form Llyron appeared, teleporting in. It was a tinman, but not powerless in it's own right, and it began to fly toward Philmont towers.
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"I...I need a ...negator...Cameo, I think...we have one of the bands...in the helicopter." She winces, bending the metal bar a bit more, leaving her hand print in it, the metal squeezing out between her fingers. Her eyes cut towards her son in law, gritting her teeth, "bandages...bandages....we don't need no stinkin bandages..." she forces a chuckle, especially at the thought of shooting one of her babies through Junior.
Another rush of pain seers through her and her other hand reaches for another piece of the railing, bending it down more, the piece of railing coming free from the building. "I wish...Eric....or Cyn were here..."
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*Prodigy arrived and had the nerve to give he....the mentally superior to all Schemer advice. As if he had not been involved in the birth of a child before. Indeed...he even once carried and given birth to a baby himself. If there was ever an expert in the process....it was he.
He needed to talk to his son once Hard Core's ill timed labor concluded. Something had gone wrong with his mutagenic formula...giving rise to the invasion of zombies. He needed to know what that was....and what if anything his son knew. If the formula had been tampered with...only Prodigy had the knowledge to have altered the formula. Could he have done this out of spite for forgetting his birthday??
But those questions needed to wait. Right now Hard Core was in need...and the Schemer would not abandon her. Like a fool he did as his son suggested and took her hand....even as Prodigy placed a force shield around them to keep the Zombies at bay. It was a move he soon would regret.*
It's alright darling....you don't need those cretins....Eric is traitor....and Cyn would only mute all our powers....and maybe leave you too weak to survive the birhting process. You're in good hands with.........
*And then came screams. Not from Hard Core....but from the Schemer....as Hard Core squeezed his hand....crushing it. Bones shattered....and Schemer made things worse...trying to pry his hand free.*
Cameo!!!!!! Phase my hand free!!!! *He gritted his teeth....and screamed again...and outside the force shield....Rocket, Syphon. Blindside, Razorblade and other clique agent fought the ever appoarching zombie hoard...and their mysterious master.*
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He wasn't the best telepathic controller in the world, but he was descently practiced at it. He reached down and placed his hands against his mother's pelvis...spreading her legs, hands molding over the skin as he squeezed her inner thighs, then closed his eyes. He whispered into Hard Core's mind...~"You have to be careful...if the baby comes out too fast, and it isn't mutant, you will kill it..."~ He said opening his eyes that were glowing blue looking into Hard Core's.
He locked eyes with Hard Core...slowly he began to siphon her pain from her body to his. He blinked, a sheen of sweat forming over his body and then a tear slipped down his cheek as her pain slowly deminished. Once he took a level he could barely bare...he looked down. His hand sliding over the folds and then his fingers pushed into her slowly, a soft glow of light pulling her open as he wrapped a telekinetic bubble around the child, turning it inside of her, tucking it's head down.
He pulled the baby out slowly...her skin stretching back down as he pulled the baby into his arms. Once the bubble dissolved he felt some of the pain in his mind dissolve...holding the child a moment, "Happy Birthday..." He said to the child, giving it a little smack on the butt, wiping it's mouth dry as the baby started to cry...then he wiped it's eyes dry....then he smiled and handed it to Hard Core slowly, looking at his dad's crushed hand with a grin.
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She went to look for the negator that Hard Core wanted, though by the time she found it, it looked like it was too late for it. She held the nagator in her lap. "I found it Hard Core" she said softly, but was drowned out by the cry from Schemer as his hand was crushed, she smirked a bit, and pretended to not hear it until it was too late.
"What..oh, oops I'm sorry I was looking for something for Hard Core I didn't hear you."
She was silenced as he she heard a happy birthday coming from Junior's lips. She looked over at the child in his arms, as it cried for the first time, she pretended she had something in her eye to wipe away the moisture gathering there.
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Llyron flew to the top of the building, landing outside the bubble.
"Ah, childbirth. I remember it well ... my own birth actually."
(And we wonder why Llyron has issues ... remembering his own conception and birth from his mother's perspective. Oddly, schemer and llyron are 2 men that know the experience of childbirth.)
He laughed as schemer's hand was crushed, and smiled admiringly at the child. He'd overseen tens of thousands of live births, and it never ceased to amaze him.
He looked out into the street ... throngs of zombies were approaching, being fought by the other villains, and they displayed an array of powers. Luckily, his body was merely a remote controlled drone - of no interest to the throngs.
"Winnie ... having a bit of trouble with your 'wierd science'? Why can't you just put a bra on your head and make yourself a Kelly Lebrock and we'd ALL be happy? Your child looks intact, Adrianna."
He then noticed the unconscious Lark ... and his amused demeanor faded.
"Schemer, if you've caused her to be permanently harmed ..."
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"Negator...around my..."
She relaxes a bit as she feels Prodigy removes the first child. She winces again as she feels the second squirm inside of her. "my neck..."
She looks at the gentle small girl in her arms and lets one arm curl around her...then feels herself contract sharply. She lets go of her darling's hand, knowing he'd probably need it replaced. Her eyes glance towards Llyron and nods slightly, looking back to her child. "Cameo, could you...hold her?"
She winces again as her stomach begins to cramp again.
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*The Schemer was still screaming in agony. Cameo took her sweet time freeing him. Meanwhile his beloved Hard Core was more concerned with the state of their child than his own well being. The tart....such a twisted set of values. He did notice his son grinning as well. He was not pleased by this either. More then ever he believed he was behind the problems with the zombie formula.*
You did that on purpose, cameo!!! I know it!! *He dropped to one knee...wincing...and looked to his son.*
Uh...medical kit dear boy!!!! I think she broke ever bone in my f***ing hand!!!
*When Hard Core cramped again...he was not surprised. His telepathy had indicated there were two children....twins. But he was more concerned with his own pain now.
And then...as if to add to his pain...Llyron arrived. But no...not Llyron. Some phony. He knew this for he could not sense brainwave patterns. This close....even protected by Selenium.....he could sense real from fake.*
Shutup you fake fishstick!!!! Just shut up!!! And don't call me, winnie!!! I've had it with you, Llyron!!! I've agreed to a truce...yet you continue to insult and belittle me!!!! So be it!!! Once I set things to rights with these zombies.....my next scheme will make the world mine!!! And in the process turn you and your redeemers into laughing stocks!!!!!!!
*Already he had outlined the plan for this scheme....and it would be implimented soon enough. Oh yes....this time he would laugh last....and best!!!
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He focused a second time...his hand sliding into the folds as he touched the baby, closing his eyes. A telekinetic bubble formed around the child, turning it slowly inside of her, tucking it's head forward, then pulled it out of her slowly. He pulled the child out into his arms, slapping it on the butt and then wiped the goo from it's mouth and eyes listening to it cry. "Happy Birthday..." He said with a smile.
He handed the other child to Adrianna, then walked over to his car. He pulled out a few towels and a bottle of water. He walked over to Adrianna...and took the water, washing her off down, below, then patted the area with towels, looking to Cameo. "Can you put that pain stabilizer on Adrianna...I'm about to let her have some of her pain back..." He said pulling the first aid kit out.
He pinched off the imbilicle cord with a few ties in the first aid kid, then cut them...then looked down at Adrianna. "I don't know what to do now...what do I do with these chords..." he said looking at them hanging out of her...his eyes looking up at his step mom blinking. He was new to all this, but at least he was giving it his best...he letting go of the chords and holding his head as he stumbled back sitting down...his telepathic link breaking.
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She nodded as Hard Core tells her where to put the negator. She stands and slips it around Hard Core's neck. Then sits back down. She could not hide her look of surprise when Hard Core then asked her to hold the small little bundle. She peered at the child a moment, a little worried that she would hurt the little girl. But she then took her from Hard Core, cradling her in her arms just as Hard Core winces in pain again signaling that the contractions had started again.
She wrapped the tiny little girl in her arms, keeping her close for warmth. She looked at Schemer. "I did nothing of the kind Schemer...Hard Core's needs and wants come first...SHE is the one giving birth to YOUR children."
She looks at Junior when he speaks, nodding once, still holding the little girl she puts the pain stabilizer on Hard Core, the grabs one of the unused towels to wrap the little girl in as she was growing chilled. She watched a bit concerned as Junior stumbled back after the second child was born and on Hard Core.
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He smashed the force field.
"Prodigy ... let me in, man. Lark needs medical attention also. And someone show a little respect, and get some novacaine for the schemer's hand."
He looked on, sealed out from the proceedings. d**ned tinman wasn't as powerful as his biological body. The field held firm ...
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"Mia..." She winces a bit, the combination of the mutant negation collar...and the pain stabilizer her body relaxes, and her eyes flutter, then ease closed...the strain on her body. She was able to breath slowly, uncertain what damage could have been done to the second child...having not seen it escape her.
"Thank you, Winston...both of you." She lets her hand rest on Cameo for a second, then her eyes blink a bit seeing Llyron, "Hi, Jack...stop picking on my husband, please...just help him with his hand."
She lets her eyes ease closed again, feeling the need to just be still...and relaxed.
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The car looked over at the person hitting on the field, opening a small section on the bubble to allow the man in. "Llyron...please assist Lard...she appears to have stopped using Pro-Active..." The car laughing about her, appears Prodigy had rubbed off on his car.
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Keep you flithy fins off my daughter, Llyron!! I don't want the redeemers help!!! And they are not taking Lark with them!!! I'll cure her myself!!! She's my daughter!!!
*The Schemer's insane rage...combined with the agonizing pain from his crushed hand caused him to miss the birth of his child. As was ever the case....he was wrapped up in his problems. Problems which were....curing these zombies....especially Lark. But not because of love for his adopted daughter.....but because he needed her vocal talents in his next scheme. A scheme which with her help....and that of his latest mutant find....who he had yet to introduce to the world at large....or even his own clique associates....would finally give him absolute control of the planet.
*He moved to Lark...and with his non-crushed hand...managed to craddle her in his good arm.*
She's coming with me!!! Don't interfer!!! Any of you!! Cameo!! Prodigy!! Attend to Hard Core and my children. As soon as she can....get her up...and bring her into the building. We're going my lab....and I'm going find out what happened to my formula!! And if the trail leads where I suspect.....there will be payment for the one that betrayed me!!
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He used his powers wrapping a telekinetic bubble around hardcore and her children...focusing as he lifted them all in the bubble, hovering them slowly into the building. He looked at Llyron and then Lark and then Schemer running inside, had two kids and all he could think about was world domination.
He shook his head, walking inside setting her down with the children, then slipped back up and out of the building while no one was watching, sliding into the car, the door hissing shut and Lotus's engine ejecting out the back as the car drove for the edge of the building wings folding out and the car rocketing off up into the air...
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"You're welcome Hard Core." When she was able to she passed Mia, back to Hard Core so that she had both children in her arms as Junior moves them to the building. Junior thought no one was watching, but she caught him leaving. She would go and find him later.
She stayed with Hard Core, as Schemer was in the lab with Lark, currently more concerned with find out the source of the problem with the zombies, rather than bonding with the two small children that now rested on Hard Core. "Is there anything you need?" she asked Hard Core, trying to make her and the infants comfortable, and making sure they are safe as well.
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He looked at the schemer.
"Do you want Lark because you CARE or because you want to used her as a guinea pig? And find out what went wrong with your formula. My god man, your children are being born, and you're worried about your bruised ego and your precious formula! Unfortunately, since it's your formula, you probably have the best chance of reversing the effect. Fail ... and you're a dead man."
He sighed, going into the first aid kit and removing a novacaine syringe and throwing it to schemer..
"Numb your hand, genius. And get to work."
He turned to walk away ... nodding to the exiting Prodigy and HC as they left. Time to deal with the zombies ...
He looked to Cameo. "Call me. We'll do lunch ..."
With that he stepped to the edge, and stepped off. Even the tinman had flight capacity
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As a sidenote, the security questions for "guest posts" is strange.